Mom... with (a) guest(s)!

I decided for whoever it was to give some indication as to who they were before yelling my request for clothes to them.

To my relief, I heard the muffled sound of my mother's voice entering the kitchen through my bedroom walls. This was the best case scenario for ending this embarrassing situation.

But wait... why was she talking in the first place? She doesn't have a phone, so unless she's talking to herself like some kind of madwoman, that can only mean she's not alone! Maybe I should hold off on admitting to the house that I'm naked without access to clothes...

Listening more closely, I could hear another voice in the kitchen, though I couldn't tell who it was yet. I should probably figure out who this person is, and if I know them or not. Pausing my show, I swiftly jumped out of my bed and put my ear against the wall closest to the kitchen to get a better idea of what's going on.